"Lady Lorelia, I want to slaughter every last one of them too, but... but..."
As the Legion Commander, Dirtclaw had a multitude of concerns weighing him down. He was no longer mere cannon fodder, nor was he the mindless Gnoll who only knew how to scream and hack away at his foes. He was a commander. He had to maintain cold, absolute clarity at all times.
"There are no 'buts'!" Lorelia interrupted. "Go. Smash those cowards hiding in the dark to pieces. I'll hold the fort here."
Lorelia pointed a single delicate finger toward the ground beneath them. It was a silent promise to Dirtclaw: as long as she was here, Blackstone City would not fall.
Dirtclaw hesitated for a fraction of a second, but his eyes quickly hardened with iron resolve.
"Lady Lorelia, I leave the city in your hands! I'm going to rip those obnoxious bastards to shreds!"
With that, Dirtclaw stomped the ground, launching himself into the firmament like a ballistic missile, tearing straight into the void.
